Kouhei's preparations were coming along steadily—almost too well, considering the stakes.
He had successfully brought Kyouka over to his side, her unwavering presence a solid addition to his growing support. Masaki, too, had pledged her loyalty without hesitation.
And Chihiro had already been informed about everything.
Now, the only uncertainty that lingered was whether she would actually join them in the end. But honestly, even if she chose not to come along, it wouldn't derail his plans that much. Her presence would've been a bonus—not a necessity.
"It's my first time in Antarctica," Kouhei muttered, glancing around at the desolate, icy expanse that stretched endlessly in every direction. "Damn, it's really cold out here. I don't think I've ever had to wear this many clothes in my life."
The frigid wind howled against his thick layers, biting through even the thermal gear wrapped tightly around him.
Right now, he was standing in the coldest region on the planet.
